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Jun. 13th, 2003 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieApparently it's Friday night - the thing about taking the day off today and playing up Thursday night is that now my time sense is all screwy. Especially with the extreme Sunday-vibe today had, with the waking late, the watching of DVDs (I've borrowed Phil's player for GASP and he hasn't had a chance to take it back yet), and the dyeing of my hair. Again. I think it's becoming another tradition when I get together with Mel. *grins* That and the fortune-telling, which we got to do last night.
See, the Portland Hotel, one of Phil and my regular watering holes, has been undergoing renovations for a couple of months, and has recently re-opened. So we decided to go there for a few pre-club drinks, to find that Thursday night is Bazaar Night, complete with wandering magicians, jugglers, and Tarot readings. Apparently I'm still as readable as ever - scary accuracy once again, with the "recent regaining of energy after a period of having none and feeling like giving up". *snickers* And apparently I'm getting something I've been working for in the next six months, so renewed hope for the job search. ;)
After the pub was Club Quest. The 9th Ward was playing a rather depressing Redgum-wannabe band, so we headed for Cherry, which one of my karate folks told me about. Initial signs were good - nice range of English beer to keep Phil happy, good crowd... only they were playing porn movie music. And it didn't improve - that whole "baum chicka baum" tacky Seventies stuff that made dancing a really surreal experience. Especially with all the very young uni students getting down enthusiastically. So we left again, to find the Internation Bar is now closed, and ended up at the Lounge. Which had the drinking and the music thing corresponding at last. I'm not sure whose idea the shots were, but things got kind of fuzzy for me after that. I know the Lounge closed at 2am, and we ended up in another bar for another drink and then Mel and I piled into a taxi and amused the taxi driver a great deal with our conversation. Needless to say, today was kind of quiet. And my hair is now dark brown, with a reddish tinge. And very shiny.
Mel goes back home tomorrow - this is sucky. Who's going to keep me warm in bed now?
Speaking of which, I'm for it. Catch you later.
See, the Portland Hotel, one of Phil and my regular watering holes, has been undergoing renovations for a couple of months, and has recently re-opened. So we decided to go there for a few pre-club drinks, to find that Thursday night is Bazaar Night, complete with wandering magicians, jugglers, and Tarot readings. Apparently I'm still as readable as ever - scary accuracy once again, with the "recent regaining of energy after a period of having none and feeling like giving up". *snickers* And apparently I'm getting something I've been working for in the next six months, so renewed hope for the job search. ;)
After the pub was Club Quest. The 9th Ward was playing a rather depressing Redgum-wannabe band, so we headed for Cherry, which one of my karate folks told me about. Initial signs were good - nice range of English beer to keep Phil happy, good crowd... only they were playing porn movie music. And it didn't improve - that whole "baum chicka baum" tacky Seventies stuff that made dancing a really surreal experience. Especially with all the very young uni students getting down enthusiastically. So we left again, to find the Internation Bar is now closed, and ended up at the Lounge. Which had the drinking and the music thing corresponding at last. I'm not sure whose idea the shots were, but things got kind of fuzzy for me after that. I know the Lounge closed at 2am, and we ended up in another bar for another drink and then Mel and I piled into a taxi and amused the taxi driver a great deal with our conversation. Needless to say, today was kind of quiet. And my hair is now dark brown, with a reddish tinge. And very shiny.
Mel goes back home tomorrow - this is sucky. Who's going to keep me warm in bed now?
Speaking of which, I'm for it. Catch you later.
